Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
But she’d use them to blackmail him?
“Umm.” She really didn’t know what to say to that.
“I didn’t know you were . . . back,” Margo said carefully.
She suddenly noticed that there was a girl standing behind Margo. She peeked out to look at Indie, then slid back behind Margo’s wider frame. The other girl was stunning. Perhaps the most beautiful woman that Indie had seen in her life.
Who was she?
And was Rock looking at her?
But when she glanced up, he had his gaze moving around the room, frowning slightly. They were in the Littles room. Well, the Littles punishment room.
Yep. They had a room where naughty Littles could be . . . disciplined. There was a desk and chair where she was sitting. A naughty corner and a cupboard filled with spanking implements.
Now she was glad that the guys hadn’t taken her at her word when she said her ribs were no longer sore. Because she didn’t want to be spanked by anything in that cupboard.
Yikes.
“Indie is back,” Slade said. “And she’s ours.”
She turned around with a smile as she saw him walking into the room. Yay! Slade was here and so was Rock.
Daddy and Da.
Okay. Was she slipping into Little headspace? When she’d first walked in here, she’d had a look around the playroom, pausing at some of the play stations. There was a slime area and a crafts space as well as a huge dress-up box. She wouldn’t mind playing the princess and the dragon with Rock. Or making slime with Spencer. Perhaps they could put some areas like that in her playroom, too. Because she didn’t feel relaxed enough here to let her Little slip free.
She wondered what Slade would enjoy?
Probably spanking you. Seems he’s been dying to do that for years.
“Oh, really?” Margo said.
She tensed, waiting for the other woman’s judgment. Indie knew that Rock and Slade would never let the other woman hurt or insult her, but she still braced.
To her shock, Margo started clapping. “Yay!”
Indie jumped.
“Jesus, Margo, try not to scare her into giving birth, will you?” Slade snapped.
Margo’s eyes widened. “You’re pregnant?”
Had she not noticed? Although she was sort of tucked in under the desk. She had on a light pink dress that flowed around her stomach. It wasn’t her usual club attire, but she’d worn clothes for comfort tonight
“Um, yes.”
“With your baby?” Margo turned to Slade.
“It’s my baby now,” he said.
Holy moly.
Did he know what that statement did to her?
“Ours,” Rock growled.
And there went her heart. It was completely theirs. Without reservation.
She sniffled and everyone gave her an alarmed look.
“What’s wrong?” Slade asked.
“Who?” Rock demanded with a scowl.
“I’m sorry,” Margo told her. “I didn’t mean to upset you!”
But it was the other girl who stepped around Margo to gently pat her shoulder. She gave her a small, sad smile. As if she knew exactly what Indie was feeling.
Then she wrapped her arms around Indie.
With a sigh, Indie did the same. “Sorry. Those were happy tears. You guys just made me so happy.”
The girl stepped back with a nod.
“Um, I’m Indie,” she said to her.
“This is Lemon,” Margo said. “She doesn’t like to talk much, but that doesn’t mean she’s not super smart.”
There was a note of defensiveness in the other woman’s voice and Indie wondered how often she’d had to defend her friend.
“Of course not.” Indie glanced up at Rock with a smile. The look on his face softened.
Margo clapped her hands again, ignoring Slade’s scowl. “Right, it’s settled then. We’re all going to be best of friends and do our hair and paint our nails and shit. Actually, not my nails because I don’t let anyone but Eve touch them. But you know, girly shit. Ooh, like lunchtime dates with cocktails and shopping after.”
“Well, mocktails for me.” Indie stood and Margo’s mouth dropped open.
“Wow, you’re seriously pregnant, aren’t you? How far along are you?”
“Around twenty-two weeks. Do I look that big?” she asked with some alarm.
She knew she shouldn’t have worn a maternity dress tonight. Maybe her baby bump really was the reason why the guys didn’t want to sleep with her.
“Of course you don’t,” Slade said as Rock wrapped an arm around her from behind, pulling her back against him.
“Oh, shit, sorry!” Margo said. “I just thought maybe you were a couple of months. I didn’t mean to insult you. And, anyway, you’re fucking beautiful.”
“Language, Margo,” Slade growled. “You know that swearing in the Littles area isn’t allowed and you’ll end up getting a spanking.”
“And who is gonna spank me? You?” Margo challenged.
Slade looked ill. “God, no. But Alaistair is out there, monitoring.”
“Urgh, no thanks.” Margo wrinkled her nose.
“What are the two of you doing in here?” Slade asked.
“I thought Lemon might want to spend some time in here. She’s been stressed.” Margo shot Lemon a worried look and Slade’s face softened.